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Warner’s pov
It’s hard to imagine how everything in the world can be so dull and oversensitive, light and dark, kind and unforgiving all at the same time.
My mother would say, “Aaron, no matter how much we want to vanish and forget all the bad things, you must remember the good things. Always remember the good things.” When she said that I thought of my father’s whippings, all the birthdays.
Now, I think that it has more to do with response than with circumstance. Oh, how I’ve failed her and her memory.
Today was a sort of reckoning, I presume. And in that moment all I wanted in the world was to vanish, to stay still and unexisting in this life. And then something found me. It was a feeling, both mental and physical enclosing around my weeping figure. Hushed whispers promising that she would always be here for me.
It was abrupt and calming and grounding. I can’t believe that she, a girl who has gone through so much turmoil inside and out, would choose to comfort me.
But now, as the hours pass and the clock brings forth another minute, I need to be alone. It’s ironic that when a person is at their lowest is only then that they understand how much harm they have brought into the world. Which, in turn, makes them feel even worse. I felt that way after I had returned to my office, I thought of Juliette and how I treated her when she was first on base. Anything, anything to not think of my mother. My mother, who slowly died and disintegrated and became less human little by little and more and more as a memory in a broken boy’s heart.
I look up into the pristine, white plaster of the ceiling. I suddenly feel the sickening burden of being hopeless weigh on me.
My coat and shoes are ruffled on the ground from when I came in earlier. I sit on the edge of the bed, nearly falling back on it for support. My shoulders are tender. From what, I can’t be sure. Perhaps it’s from the psychological weight that has been lifted from them. I rub at my neck to soften the tension. I set my hands down, staring blankly.
I feel a presence behind me, looking and searching. Juliette. I should have known she would come to find me at some point today.
“Aaron?” she whispers so softly as if I’m a glass figurine that could break at any moment.
I look at her in the most casual, insignificant way as if to say please no one has ever seen me like this.
She exhales fast. Looking remorseful and desperate at the same time. She says, “I’m so sorry.”
I turn from her and stand up quickly. Nodding, I say, “Thank you.”
I leave. Leave her inquiries behind, her pity behind, but under all that there’s a hint of something. Could it be empathy? No, no.
I stride into my office. She calls after me, following me, relentless as ever. The dire tone in her voice makes me stop.
I grip the corner of the boardroom table. My forearms have become lax. I shut my eyes.
“Please, Juliette,” I plead with her, “not tonight, I can’t-”
She stops me, “You’re right. You’ve always been right.”
My ears perk and my features soften. She always knows how to lighten my disposition. No matter how extreme it may be.
I turn to her, slowly. Looking at her, a sense of fright arises in me.
“Right about what?” I ask desperately.
Even in the dull, darkness of the room I can see her touch her lips, thinking about what she’s going to say.
She hesitantly starts, “I do want you. I want you so much it scares me.”
Hope and terror water a rose garden inside my heart.
“I lied to you. That night. When I said I didn’t want to be with you. I lied,” she says more confidently, “Because you were right. I was a coward. I didn’t want to admit the truth to myself, and I felt so guilty for preferring you, for wanting to spend all my time with you, even when everything was falling apart. I was confused about Adam, I was confused about who I was supposed to be and I didn’t know what I was doing and I was stupid.”
No, no you’re not stupid please don’t ever think that.
“I was stupid and inconsiderate and I tried to blame it on you and I hurt you, so badly. And I’m so, so sorry,” she breathes hard.
Tears of tentative joy brim at my eyes. I blink fast in response to her words.
I feel fragile. So, so fragile.
“What-What are you saying?”
“I love you. I love you exactly as you are,” her words shatter my frozen exterior. I want to believe her. I want so badly to believe her.
I’m gasping. “No.”
“No. No, no-”
My hand is in my hair. I turn toward the table, anything to hold me upright.
“Aaron-”
“No,” I back away, “No, you don’t know what you’re saying-”
“I love you. I love you and I want you and I wanted you then. I wanted you so much and I still want you,” she says, passion taking over her voice, “I want you right now-”
I cross the room to her. I take her into my arms, pinning her to the wall. Our bodies press together frantically. I kiss her hard and deeply. So deeply. She reciprocates, her hands in my hair. I moan into her lips as she kisses me back with just as much passion.
I take a moment and pepper her neck, her jaw with kisses. My hands are everywhere on her. I adorn her waist, her hips, her thighs with my lush touches.
I pause and just lean my forehead to hers and breathe heavily as does she. I grapple for her lips with mine again, lifting her up higher. Her legs wrap around my waist.
I set her down onto the boardroom table. My desire hardens in my pants, now straining around my thighs. I place a knee between her legs. She moans as I make contact with her center.
For a moment all we do is breathe heatedly. Her hands desperately hold my front to hers. Her legs pull me closer.
“Up,” I gasp, “Lift you arms up.” She does. I tug her shirt up and over her head, tossing it somewhere.
“Lie back,” I guide her back. My hands circle over her torso and back, then under her. I unbutton her jeans like I’ve always wanted to. I unzip them, tell her, “Lift your hips for me love,” I hook my fingers around her jeans and slide another two beneath her underwear and inch them both down. She’s laying on my table in nothing but her bra.
My lithe fingers quickly unclip her bra and I take it from her body and then throw it in the same direction of her other clothes.
She’s completely naked in front of me. I’m honored and so astounded that she would let herself be so vulnerable in my presence.
“Is this okay, love?” I say to her softly before I touch her.
“ Please ,” her lips part.
I kiss the side of her face, a gentle gesture, the complete opposite of what I’m about to do to her.
I suckle at her neck. My hands move down and over her perfect breasts. So beautiful. So magnificent. I give her breasts a squeeze. She moans at that.
My kisses move down her body. From her jaw to her collar. Then my hot lips meet her chest.
I bite down tenderly at her right breast. She sighs. I move over to her other one and lay kisses over it and around her rosy nipple before taking it into my mouth. I suck gently and then harder after a moment.
“Aaron,” she moans at my ministrations.
I suckle at the other and release. Suck, release, suck...
Her hips buck off of the table for a moment. I smile inside with pride.
“Please, Aaron. I need, I need-”
“What do you need, love?” I say, knowing perfectly what she wants.
I swirl my tongue at the tip of one of her blushing nipples. I look up and catch her looking down at me while my mouth is affixed to her bosom. I turn my head and tweak her between my teeth, all the while staring into her eyes. Her head falls back onto the table, her mouth parting as her hands fasten to my shoulders. She pushes me down, showing me where she wants me.
I smile at her daringness and her desire.
I do what she wants. I slowly slide down her body, laying kisses onto her heated skin. Her chest is now glimmering due to the suckling nature of my kisses.
I trail my lips down the valley of her chest and down farther, farther. I drag kisses and tactile sweeps of my tongue to her stomach and then her navel. Just when I’m almost there I pull away and lower completely onto my knees before her. My cock hardens at the sight of her laid in front of me. Mine. All mine I think.
I lift her right leg to sit on my shoulder and I spread her wide. I kiss her inner thigh of her left leg, now positioned in my hand. I kiss closer and closer to her center. I duplicate the action on her other leg.
She tenses when I nearly reach the apex. I look up at her. Her face is mapped with tension.
“It’s okay, my love. We don’t have to do that if you don’t want.” but the thing is, I have been dying to do this for such a long time.
“I want you. Please.”
She parts her legs further so I can see all of her. Even in the dim light I can still see her. And she’s beautiful, gorgeous. And so, so wet. Begging for me to touch her. She whimpers lightly from my teasing. I decide to no longer deprive her of the pleasure I could give her. I settle her knees on my shoulders and I inch forward, closer to her.
I give her a kiss in the hollow of her pelvic sitting bones, the right side then the left side. I still for a moment thinking of how lucky I am to have her like this, completely willing and wanting.
I waste no more time.
I lean forwards and my lips meet her delicious dampness. We moan in unison. I spin my tongue around her delicate, soft womanhood. Tasting her depth and her tumid, blushing clit. I swirl around her clit. She breathes in harshly and moans loudly. I decide to do it again and when I get the same reaction, again, again, and again
All I want is to pleasure her. This amazing, powerful woman. She deserves this pleasure and so much more.
As my ministrations on her pleasure center continue, her womanhood becomes more and more soaked. I dip downwards to taste her essence. She tastes so damn good. My hard cock twitches at the feel of her on my tongue and her wondrous sounds that she makes every time I lick at her.
Her hips lean further towards my face, letting me know that she wants more. I oblige.
My tongue fondles over her precious bundle of nerves, rougher than before, making her call out quietly. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck mercilessly. She bucks against my face. Her juices run down my lips and my chin.
Amazing is all I can think. Her moans become louder and more full. I love how vocal she is. Not only does it give me a rush of confidence and pride that I can please her or that she even wants me to, but also it tells me where she wants more pressure.
I lick up from her entrance to her clit and back down again, which she seems to like very much. I continue the movement for a few moments. I look up at her and see she is looking down at me. I suck roughly at her in response to her inquisitive gaze.
I stop and move my hand up her calf, her inner thigh, and finally up to the folds of her femininity. My thumb circles her clit while my middle finger strokes against her entrance to let her know what I’m going to do next.
As my middle digit enters her, she gasps. I curl it slightly and start moving back and forth. The feeling of her satin walls around my finger is enough for pre-cum to start to bud at the tip of me, which I can feel even through my pants.
I lay passionate kisses against her pelvis and her hip bone.
“Aaron, oh god. Aaaaron,” she moans frantically.
I rub her clit harder. I add my index finger into her alongside my middle one. I thrust my fingers relentlessly. Harder and quicker until she bucks almost violently against my hand.
She cries out my name. Her legs cling to me tightly. I go down again to her folds to taste her as she finishes on my lips.
Letting her rest for a moment, I lick my fingers clean of her.
I lift her up against me, cradling her form to mine. Though she had just reached her climax not even a minute ago she looks at me, hungry for more. The fact that she could ever want me is a miracle to me.
I gentle her onto the bed.
I climb on top of her. Our lips meet in a second. I kiss her intensely and she answers back with her hands grasping at my body, into my hair. We stay like that for a moment. My hands run up and down her body and then back up to her face.
I nip at her bottom lip. She keens against me, rolling her hips to mine. I moan at the friction. To my suprise, she shoves me abruptly up and off of her and she starts to undo my shirt. She gets frustrated with each individual button and just decides to rip it open. I don’t even care that she’s just ruined my shirt. She could set my whole closet to fire and I wouldn’t care.
She’s so close to me, her naked body surrounding me from her place on my lap. She’s trying to push the fabric of my ruined shirt off my body, but I interrupt her by wrapping her legs around my waist. I dip her backwards so I’m on top again.
I kiss her fervently. Hard and delicately at the same time. We stay there kissing and just looking at each other. I cradle her face into my hands. I look deeply into her eyes and she looks just as deeply into mine. My heartbeat grows harder the longer she looks at me, it’s raw and insatiable and so, so loving.
“I think my heart is going to explode,” I breathe out into the air between us.
She looks up to me and smiles, places a hand to my chest. She says, so quietly, “I sure hope it doesn’t. I need you. Here,” she lays a tender kiss to my chest, “better,” she says.
Her gentle gesture sends me into a starstruck frenzy. She pulls my shirt all the way off with ease and a deep satisfaction in her gaze.
While her undressing was quick and desperate, mine is slow with inquiring looks up at me every so often. I suppose she’s asking permission. It’s so adorable.
When her fingers brush against my belt, I stiffen. She motions for me to sit upwards.
She unbuckles me with waning patience, throwing the belt clattering to the ground. Her fingers hesitantly lowering down and over me. Oh god.
Her slim fingers grip my hard desire through my pants. I groan.
She slowly unbuttons and unzips me. She works my slacks down my thighs. She turns her face into my chest. I can feel her hesitence, her shyness.
A moment passes.
“It’s okay. Juliette, I understand. You don’t have to-”
I’m cut off as she boldly shoves both my pants and my black boxers down to my knees.
My hardened shaft is unearthed and completely visible to her.
Her. Hand. Wraps. Around. It.
“ Juliette- ”
She tightens her grip and starts pumping it in her hand. Up and down over and over again. I moan loudly as she runs her thumb over my tip. She spreads the glossy liquid dotting at the tip over the rest of my blushing, veined staff.
She moves her hand faster over me. Her other hand circles the tip of my cock while she strokes and fondles me roughly. She continues this action for about a minute. Making me certifiably lose my mind.
The sound of her movements evoke a wet, clapping sound. I tip my head back in pleasure. I vaguely hear her giggle either at the sound or my reaction. Maybe both.
She goes back to moving her hand up and down, up and down my bulging appendage. I groan fully with ebbing restraint.
“Juliette, please .”
Her movements slow to a stop. She grins up at me. I look down at her in awe. She places a gentle kiss to the corner of my mouth and then fully. I stroke her collarbone and down the smoothe skin of her torso. Our foreheads and noses touch lightly.
“I love you, Juliette.” I confess, even though I know she knows.
“I love you too, Aaron.”
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
“Are you? You barely have your pants all the way off,” she points out, smirking up at me.
“Oh. Right,” we both chuckle.
I discard my last layer along with my socks. She looks down at the rest of my body, I do the same with her.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, “Absolutely perfect.” she smiles and gives me a small peck on the mouth.
My heart feels so, so full.
I gentle her sensitive body back to the bed. This time, positioned so her head rests on the pillows behind her. I take both of her hands into mine. I kiss her palm and then her wrist, I do the same on the other.
I lay down over her, just barely making contact. I part her legs by the knee, spreading them open slowly. She wraps her legs around me. Scared to crush her, I’m stretched out, hovering above her.
“Please, Aaron. I want to feel your body.”
I settle closer to her, surrendering to the softness of her full bodied embrace. This is heaven on earth.
Our lips find one another. We kiss fervently and passionately once again. I open her mouth with mine, my tongue melting against hers. We tempt each other’s fires. Our bodies, though not united just yet, have begun a tranquil exploration.
I love the way she feels against me. So loving and intense. And so soft against the roughness of my body.
“Is-is it going to hurt?” she asks innocently against my lips.
“Yes. Yes it will, love. But I promise it will feel so good after.”
I kiss her softly for a moment. Then the kiss turns. We kiss more hotly. Teeth scraping. Her legs are pulling and stradling desperately around mine.
I press my rigid manhood between her legs. Her essence drips onto me. Oh, love.
“Do it,” she sighs with lust.
I hesitate for a moment. It kills me to think that to pleasure her, I have to hurt her first.
The tip of my cock presses to her weeping pussy. I grunt against her, my body begging for entrance.
Pushing slowly, tentatively, I meet her barrier. I nearly thrust at the pure pleasure rippling through my body. I pause, remembering to think about her and how this may feel for her .
Deeper, but only slightly. Again, a pause, again...I feel something collapse. Her full warmth wraps around my girth. I moan in delight, her walls almost all around me.
“Hmm,” she moans weakly.
She still needs time. Her face is scrunched up in pain. Her eyes are closed tightly. In guilt, I pull out slowly.
“N-no. I want this,” she whispers.
Once more, I kiss her fully and slide achingly slow into her. In the meantime, I grasp her hands into mine. She grips we back tightly. I turn my face into her neck to stifle my pleasure. It’s useless.
A moment goes by.
Her hips then push lightly to mine, telling me she’s ready.
I kiss her passionately. My appendage sinks into her deeply. My hips rock against hers gently, but then harder and more vigorously. She responds to me, lifting her bottom whenever I press down to her. I moan out vehemently, finally letting myself lose myself in her. Her own moans and pants echo mine.
“Yes, love that’s it,” I sigh against her hair.
Her hands fasten into my hair, pulling me closer to her. She kisses me desperately and almost pertly. She moans into my mouth.
“Oh. OH. Yes. Yes, right there,” she says freely.
Our bodies clash together desperately, both chasing down a climax. I spread her thighs wider so I can move in between them with lessened resistance. Though her own essence makes her body silken and plush and easy to sink into. After a while, our bodies become adorned with a thin sheet of sweat making everything more heated and hurried.
Her hips bore dangerously against me. I grunt in response to a rather strong thrust on her part. Her grinds and pushes bring me toward my peak.
I hide my face into the spot between her shoulder and neck, hers is in the same spot, opposite of me. She starts to moan, louder than before, into the open air.
“Oh yes, Aaron that’s it. PLEASE OH. Hmm. I love you, I love you,” she expresses sensually. Her words make my cock twitch inside of her depth. The silken walls of her pussy clench around me, making me groan out noisily. I pant into her hair.
”I love you. Fuck. I love you so much, Juliette,” I moan out, my dick spasms in pleasure.
The familiar feeling of euphoria begins to build within my appendage, although, this time even more electrified. More passionate. More frenzied. More enthralled in the great rapture of sex. More, more, more.
I suppose it could be because in the past, I never had anyone to do this with that I loved, or even remotely liked. But right now, with this spectacular, dazzling woman beneath me, giving her all to me, I feel loved. I feel hopeful.
I thrust deeper and harder into her beautiful pussy. I can feel her. I can feel the deepest parts of her convulsing around my girth in the utmost pleasure. I can feel her hilt rubbing deliciously against my sheathed manhood.
And I’m almost there. Almost.
The bed shakes beneath us. I turn from her neck and look directly into her eyes, blue and green mixing. The look she gives back is just as intense.
And just when I thought this moment couldn’t get anymore extraordinary, I look down to see tears rolling down her face. They’re not tears of sadness or regret. If they were, I would have stopped immediately. They’re tears of love and pleasure. She’s crying in pleasure because of me.
Her head tilts back slowly. I plunge into her harder, harder. Almost there, almost there. I find a rougher spot inside of her. I thrust against it harshly.
“AH. YES, AARON. AHH,” she screams.
1,2,3 seconds.
“Oh, that’s r-right. YES. Oh, yeah. Hmm,” I moan against her lips.
We peak side by side. Our throbbing centers come to a finish together. We both breathe heavily against each other, moaning ever so often. The smell of absolute bliss surrounds us.
We stay wrapped together like that for a long time.